Elias Caine

Elias Caine | 38 | Boston Commonwealth Ex-Courser - Detective - Mercenary.

[eliascaine]

“You looking for trouble?“

Elias had his hand on the gun still in its holster when he turned his head towards someone who looked like a glorified raider. “Are you?” he replied pointedly, glaring down at the bomb maker. 

[eliascaine]

“ who do you think you are? “

“The exterminator,” Elias replied flatly, looking over at Ian with a less than amused expression. “Heard you had a little pest problem around these parts. Is that you?”

[eliascaine]

“Please. It wasn’t heroism. It was a job. Got paid. Same as you.“

Elias gasped, looking both baffled and taken aback. “And here I thought you just wanted to spend time with me,” he said with an exaggerated dramatic flair and a teasing smirk.

[eliascaine]

A clean, black duffel bag is waiting for Elias. Inside is a variety of ammo, a few stimpaks and general medical supplies, and tucked away at the bottom, a long, leather coat. 

The coat itself was almost as if it were made for Elias: a near perfect fit (maybe a little big in the shoulders), complete with hidden pockets for storage, and lined with a ballistic fiber for extra protection.

Merry Christmas, Over Achiever. You want to team up again some time, you know where to find me. ~ Hot Shot

Elias had returned to his room after a particularly tedious, and not very well-paid job only to find the duffle bag on his bed at the Rexford. Upon inspection, he discovered that it was a gift left for Rori, which was something he hadn’t expected.

The medical supplies and ammo were all laid out on the bed so he could get to the coat at the bottom, and after he pulled it on he couldn’t help but snicker slightly to himself. How she had gotten his size so perfectly was beyond him, but he made a mental note of thanking her the next time he saw her. 

[eliascaine]

Timeline - Memory

Year 2039 - born

Year 2056 - joined the US army at 17 years old. 

Spring, Year 2077 - Diagnosed with PTSD and forced to seek treatment at C.I.T.

Year 2230 - Wakes up inside the Institute, in a gen 3 synth body. The body is built using his DNA to make the transition less jarring.

Year 2275 - Reuploaded into a modified gen 3 synth body to become a Courser for the SRB.

Year 2281 - Went rogue, severing all ties to the Intitute. 

[eliascaine]

Got Your Six [Jimmy/Elias]

theoverridden

“You keep giving me looks like that and people are going to talk,” he replied, fighting back a smirk of amusement. Once Elias had managed to successfully squeeze past, James followed suit, shimmying through the gap until he was safely on the other side.    

Elias brushed concrete dust off his shoulder and turned slightly so that he could look at James. “What are you saying? Are you ashamed to be seen with me?” he gasped, pressning a hand to his chest. “That hurts, Jimmy. I thought you’d be different, but you’re just like all the over boys,” he continued with a theatrical sniffle.

[eliascaine]

“But look how it brought us together.”

Them getting sandwiched between a slab on concrete and the wall had not been a part of the plan, and yet there they were.

“You’re an ass,” Elias snorted, staring right at Jimmy from across the five inch gap between them. Despite his best efforts, there was an undeniable hint of amusement that crinkled the corners of his eyes when he squeezed himself past James to get back out from the rubble.

[eliascaine]

Damage, Inc. [Rori/Elias]

[eliascaine]

thawedwonder

Rori was prepared to follow closely, but at the signal she froze in place, not wanting to make any unnecessary noise. After all, she couldn’t see the situation in front of them. The crunch brought chills down her spine and once she chanced a peek inside, she was relieved to see the fellow mercenary still standing, with a raider corpse at his feet.

Shuffling closer to him, she murmured a teasing “Over achiever” aimed his way before passing him by and slowly checking the side room the raider had come from. All clear.

Rori nodded her head towards the next room and slowly made her way to it. Also clear. Voices could be heard from further ahead: laughter, general bullshitting, music. It was likely that majority of the raiders had gathered in one room for a meal or something similar.

“In here,” she whispered, motioning to the empty room before stepping inside and waiting on Elias to follow behind. Once inside, she quietly shut the door behind him, so they could speak up a little without being heard.

“Sounds like most of them are up ahead,” she stated, looking through her bag for a count of grenades on her person, “you have any specific way you want to approach this? I’ve got… two frag grenades and a molotov with me, but if they have any civilians with them, they’ll be shit out of luck.”

Elias followed Rori into the room after he’d taken a last look down the hallway to get a better understanding of the layout ahead of them. It seemed pretty straight forward from here on in, but what Rori said gave him pause. It reminded him of a mission he’d been on with his old team. Back then they had been enough people to storm the room from every angle and execute their targets within seconds. That seemed less likely to be the outcome now.

He considered their options, taking their available assets into account, and concentrated on singling out the different voices in the other room. He could pick up on three distinct people, and there were noises coming from the other end of the room but that person wasn’t talking. In addition he heard someone fiddle with the radio, but he couldn’t tell if that someone was one of those chatting. Still, five against two wasn’t so bad, he concluded.

“I can only hear four, maybe five, on the other side,” he told her and turned his gaze on her. “Don’t think they have anyone with them, but if you’d rather not risk it we can just rush them.”

[eliascaine]

“Gotta catch me first.”

He’d just wanted some information, and he’d heard that Asher was the man who knew. Why he was being so goddamn squirmy about it Elias didn’t understand. When the scavver made a run for it he chased after him, and after sliding across a countertop he tackled Asher to the ground.

He whipped out his gun and fired two shots in quick succession, one on each side of Asher’s head, before he pressed the muzzle of his pistol against the base of his skull. “One more Funky Chicken move from you and I’ll redecorate this room with your brains on the floor, you got that?” He snapped.

“Where the fuck is MacGregor?”

[eliascaine]

“Should I bother to offer our services?”

“Services? We a team now, Cutter?” He teases with a grin. Still, the argument had been loud enough to hear from the road, and where people were in disagreement of something there was money to be made in helping them settle it.

“Sure. Why not,” he concluded with a casual shrug before he stuck his hands into the pockets of his coat.

[eliascaine]

“Ah, I can’t. You got me.”

“Mhmm,” he drawled as he peered down at her, giving her wrist a gentle squeeze while holding them pinned to the wall over her head. “And what are you going to do about it?” He murmured and inclined his head slightly, smugness clear on his face.

[eliascaine]

“Gotta catch me first.”

“Like that’s gonna happen,” Elias scoffed as a smirk stretched across his face. “Between you and me they don’t stand a chance, no matter who or what they send after us.”

He reached out and pat Jimmy on the shoulder companionably. “Just like it used to,” he concluded with a genuine smile.

[eliascaine]

Damage, Inc. [Rori/Elias]

[eliascaine]

@thawedwonder

An amused smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth. A short snort of laughter escaped her at the joke, and she pulled her pistol from its holster and smiled broadly at the stranger.

“I’m all about getting in on those insane deals. After you, buddy.”

“Age before beauty, huh?” he smirked at her over his shoulder and unholstered his own pistol. He turned the knob on the door slowly and slid it open without making a sound. Experienced eyes scanned the hallway they had entered into and eventually landed on the shadow that came from a sideroom.

With a hand, Elias signaled for Rori to wait where she was before he slipped around the corner. Shortly afterwards a sickening crunch and a muffled thud could be heard, and upon peeking through the doorway Rori would see one very dead raider with his neck broken on the floor.

[eliascaine]

Damage, Inc. [Rori/Elias]

[eliascaine]

thawedwonder

Things should be easy this time around. Rori had gotten this job from a fairly trusted source: some raiders holed up in an old clothing store, shaking down anyone who got too close. Her job was to shake them loose… by putting them down.

But it would seem like someone had already started the job. She had scoped the area out before starting towards the building, and was surprised to see a lone man - not dressed like any raider she had ever seen - taking a smoke break by the main door. Raider corpses laid along the ground, as if taken out in a row.

“Came to clear out the apparel store,” she said, and motioned to the building the stranger was leaning against. “Did I miss the fun?”

“Decided to do a little shopping, huh? I hear the prices here are to die for,” he commented as he stumped out the cigarette on the wall behind him.

At her question, Elias merely shook his head. “Nah. Rest of the part is inside. Was just about to go in,” he told her, pulling out his laser pistol from the holster on his thigh, reloading it with a fresh fusion cell.

”You ready, Hot Shot? Or you gonna sit this one out?”

[eliascaine]

💛 platonic, maybe 💞 friends with benefits (if it's too late to send stuff, just ignore this)

Elias would like Maybelle enough, even if he sometimes might find her annoyingly chipper/bubbly, to want her to stay safe and out of harms way. If Maybelle was up for a casual sexual relationship, I highly doubt he’d turn her down. 

[eliascaine]

“Plenty of folks wanna make life hard for people just tryin’ to survive. I’m not willing to stand for that kinda shit.”

He could understand the sentiment, it was easy enough. What he didn’t understand was what she was planning to do about it. Pouring himself another drink, Elias remained quiet for a moment longer before he lifted his gaze to meet hers. 

“Don’t take this personally, but I doubt people like that give a shit about what you stand for.”

[eliascaine]

💚 rivals (hopefully in a friendly way, but who knows); 💛 platonic/friendship

Sorry Andy, but Elias would play you like a cheap fiddle if it got him what he wanted. That said, I don’t think he’d actually have the heart to be cruel towards him. Elias wouldn’t like Andy’s ties to the Gunners, but you can be sure he’d exploit them. If anything, he might even get a little protective of Andy, once he gets to know him.